An Okike Prize Anthology 2017
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This is an anthology of literary works shortlisted in 2017 for the Okike Prize for Literature.
This contains literary works from Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye, Victor Ugwu, Prosper Mayor, Precious Arinze, David E. Benson, Oladimeji Luqman, and many others.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5It was an amazing read. I didn't expect to see do many young writers in one place. Their works are beautiful and reflect where Africa is with creativity.
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An Okike Prize Anthology 2017 - Okike Prize for Literature
SECRETS
Okike drink, it is for you that all gifts of creativity are sown.
INTRODUCTION
The Okike Prize for literature was founded by Uche Osita James and is a new literary initiative targeted at rewarding student writing in the three genres of literature.
The Okike
Literary prize was founded upon a perceived marginalization of young writers across Nigeria in relation to literary prizes. Most current literary prizes in Nigeria often have a wide scope of persons it is open to; this has negative effect since established writers and even former prize winners often come to compete against newer-emerging writers. The results are nothing short of insalubrious in the end. This position gave rise to this vision, to create a literary prize exclusively for undergraduates and a platform for them to compete on a level playing ground while rewarding their literary craft at the same time.
And for this year’s maiden edition we have selected Acan Innocent Immaculate (Writivism short story prize winner 2011), Chiemerie Nnamani (Boabab Prize short list 2011), Emenike Mark Omeye (ANA Mazariya prize for poetry 2010), Obi - Light Chibuihe (winner of the WRR Nigeria Teachers award) and J. K Anowe (Recipient of Festus Iyayi prize for excellence in poetry) as our judges for the prize.
The prize would serve to promote arts and culture among the youths populace, as well as encourage literary excellence, craft and all round creativity.
This anthology serves as a reminder to all young writers out there in Nigeria that even for young blooming writers there is hope.
We hope next year’s edition is better than this years as we also encourage all those whose works may not have made it to this year’s anthology, to try again next year.
Uche Osita
Founder, Okike Prize.
A POEM IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU, NSUKKA
Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye
(Winner Poetry Category)
There is a certain kind of hate that grows
In your heart for a city that burns with fire
Like all things left to die,
You start from the hill of starvation
And walk with commas, adding to destruction
There is a way I do not want to love you,
You tell it
Not in silence
Or retribution
Or in saying, I do not know
To matters your heart calls by name
Or dialect that travels round the foreign of your body
But it responds to you in partial quotes
Sometimes demanding the lower part of your body to be left between its fingers
And because you cannot walk away naked of limbs,
We stay on its tip, waiting to migrate
To new colonies
Or grow a new title
HUNGRY PLACES
It is funny how you awaken
And what is inside is an ocean
Filled with waves, fishes and water
Sometimes, shark, eager for blood
Wait to ravage
And swallow you whole that
You fold into the futility of water
From yourself-yourself
Swallowing parts
And swallowing again
Because sea is its own company
Gathering in schools, waves
And sums of tide
To share stories at shore
There is time to live and die, they say
Only two seasons for sea;
A TIME TO SWIM
You stay afloat
Weightless with happiness
Smile from rays of sun
Scattered in reflections on skin of sea
Light moments
When you are swimmer
Whose only baggage is oxygen?
Ready to unravel, cast net and find tasty meals,
Gems stuck in the throat of sea
A TIME TO DROWN
Like soil after rain, wet in all hungry places
And all there is
Is the instinct of survival?
For life,
Like ants, you start to escape
Through holes; the flesh of earth
Because you are too soaked with death
To hold on to happiness or
Rip an anchor off joy
PAPERBACK
Victor Ugwu
Perhaps those born after the war are those whose lives the war took.
—Saddiq M Dzukogi
Mother always wore the mirror
As her uniform for men
Whose bones brought cabins?
And bread for Christmas
It was in the table glass
That saw more suns than sons
That collected salts of her songs
She is a paperback of too many books
Too many shelves in her body her eyes are differences
Between a maimed butterfly and an empty
Mausoleum or love collected in different skin covers
She’s to draw a leopard in a moon glass
Tonight inside a bottle of painkillers
Are flowers & glowers & browsers
And the many meaning of a name
Walking winter in appealing smells
Of locust bean I watch her transiting
Into the smokes of their burnt semen
Collecting herselves into my face
Preserving the sins and transcendence of her
Failings until I crush into something maybe
Vapour or air or smoke of something
That’ll return to my daughter's face
As every hair that picks a tulip skin
Runs to places and meadows to grow
Her stories in open prayers
My daughter won't stop walking into herself
Holding a lamp to search for memories
My mother won't tell their whereabouts
Neither would she stop to kneel on my pajamas
Trying to draw my dreams out maybe there
Might be a dot of him inside
Hanging on the bumblebees the ones
I dart into her head each time a ghost sucks her nipple
LOVE IN BIRDSONG
Prosper Mayor
WE WERE NOT GODLINGS then
We are not now
Fading things, we savour
The niceties of life in little drops-
The sun seen through rheumy eyes
The wind caressing feeble thighs
Yes our feathers ruffle- bunched and patchwork grey
And our wings no longer dare the wind and rain
Our talons grasp the air
And our tired bones dance- the awkward dance of the cold
But our love was etched in stone, you and I
In the secret corners of the sky
Where our wings touched in moribund ecstasy
Our lips in mellow birdsong
Lifebound,
We roamed this world alone
Made one- by blood and song
In the ultimate chemistry of flesh
A duet, we were- two souls
Whispering haunting strains in faded melody
Till the void-
Echoing through the silence of the vast azure sky
Till you left me- aching blood
To roam these skies alone
WE: ORIGIN AND BURNS
Precious Arinze
Our biography is dusk: tranquil
Horizon graded with ash, the colour of my mother
Flecked with streaks of violet
Pale residue of my father's burning
Since my birth was an act of arson,
I will always be half heat, half woman
Tired of being rekindled, culture lined with scar tissue,
A language folded in two,
Burning with thirst
I am searching for a name to give to my brothers
Before they vaporize, and I am left
Holding emptiness in my arms
My sisters are unraveling like onion springs,
Every slice a trauma our eyes are forced to witness;
Mourning the chasm we call family; fair skinned
Magnolias plucked mid-bloom and tossed
Into the arbitrariness of night blackened
By fire
It is impossible to contemplate the loneliness
We carry, the mistakes we carve out of ourselves
Into lumps of coal that will feed a foreign flame
Or my father as a young boy selecting the finest rocks
Skipping them across Oghelli like dreams. Before he
Learns to harm enough without leaving marks,
Before my mother becomes therapy, spreadsheet
For his pain we still will not name,
Before that act of arson, before we begin
To confuse rage and affection
Before we remember to forget
Love is a luxury measured only in burns
My father is a young boy selecting the finest rocks,
Skipping them across Oghelli like dreams. My father
Says our people come from water, he omits
To mention what set us boiling, says
Water cannot bury fishes, but
I know it once laid rest
To generations of people
Who look like us?
If all that is true, I am carving
My next mistake into a young boy
Drowning
Inside him
Knowing all this, lover, if you ever find my love leaking
In places it should not, finger the holes into a trauma
Of silence, send to my mother to roll under her tongue
When she carves out another mistake, a stale decade
With my father, I will fill her lungs with sooty forgiveness.
She will carry our ashes everywhere, one with the other,
One absolving the other until dawn pierces through
*Oghelli is a river in Enugu state
VISIONS
David E. Benson
I
(In a lightless room)
I saw God melt like night on
The tongue of a man
He had neither the earthful of water
Nor the city of fire in his mouth
Under his tongue—like charm—
A seed spread its roots
Velvet as a question. . .
And God was the beginning of an orgasm:
A spark of consciousness
Rising from the womb of the earth
II
(After a moon painted the night)
One night, a boy will chase himself into the places they said
God ran from
And he will not burn
And he will not drown
He would have made a better version of the heavens
And the earth if his lover will lend him his lips
But, he will be ambushed by the fleeing god halfway. . .
He won’t become the colour of coal